Page 162 of Destined Lovers

“That’s what I thought,” he growls, “Feeding this pretty pussy isn’t enough. You need more?”

“Oh… oh.” Arousal sweeps through me. I’m going to come. My hips start to roll, and I’m riding Declan’s finger like I’ve done this all before.

He pulls out. “Not on my fingers.” He growls as he swipes his fingers around my hole, applying pressure that only teases me. Not enough to send me over the edge.

“I need you, angel. I need youthereso fecking bad, you have no idea.”

“Yes, yes, do it. I need it. I need something now,” I cry.

I need a release like I’ve never felt before.

“Hands and knees, babe. Drop to your elbows.” I’m there in a second, not even second-guessing it. I will try anything with Declan once, and if the way his tongue and fingers felt was any indication of how it could feel, I’m sure I won’t be disappointed.

The top clicks off the lube, and my body tenses at what’s going to happen next.

I look between my legs and regret ever speaking. Why did I open my big mouth?

He’s… too big. How will he possibly fit back there? He’s so swollen right now, so turned on.

I watch as he pours the lube right onto this dick, then his fingers.

One hand slowly enters me, and he starts to jack himself off with the other.

Jesus, Mary, and Joseph.

“Declan,” I hiss. “If you don’t want me to come, you better stop jerking yourself off.”

His chuckle is deep as he slides his fingers away. “Aye, my girl likes this.” He pulls on his dick several times, then maneuvers himself behind me.

He leans over and presses kisses along my spine, wrapping his arm around me to rub my clit.

This is it. He’s trying to distract me from the pain. I know it.

He lines himself up and slowly pushes forward.

“Ouch,” I cry, burying my head into the pillow. Feck. Shite. This burns like hell.

He rubs soothing circles on my back. “Nearly in, babe,” he rasps.

His other hand is on my hip, pulling while he pushes. His breathing is labored, and his grip tightens when I try to push back on my own.

“Again,” he moans deeply. I push back, and he pushes all the way in.

“Yes, angel. You’re doing so well. I’m in now.” He pulls out, then pushes back in slow, precise movements. The pads of his fingers never stop the attack on my clit, and the pleasure starts to outweigh the burn.

I push back farther, and he lets out a loud guttural moan.

Yessss.

Turning him on is the biggest aphrodisiac in the whole world. Even though the burn, my body wants this to be good for him.

Pleasing him pleases me more than he’ll ever know.

“Nora, god. This… this is,” he whispers, lost for words. “You don’t know how fucking sexy you are.”

His words spur me on. So when he pulls out, I push back, pull forward, and back again.

He stays still, letting me take over, hissing with every movement. His hand tightens around my waist, and his fingers pick up to a wild speed of pleasure on my clit.

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